Snow that would turn to wet, grey, mucky slush and then find its way somehow into his laced snow boots. Snow that might be rolled together to make a p...eudo person. A person... who only has weeks to live...Terry frowned. *What does a snow man think about before he inevitably turns into boot slush?*He puzzled that thought behind his grey eyes; staring simultaneously at the palm trees growing outside his open window. Through the window flowed air that carried the sweet brinish smell of ocean. "Yes, you DO smell nice." And so do you, Sandy! Wow! There's that fragrance again - what is itanyway?" Mark asked me. "I'll never tell," I replied in the same'innocent' voice."Hey, when do I get my hugs?" Ben demanded, with a big grin on his face."I'm kinda feeling left out over here." So Kath and I both gave him abig 'groupie' hug and told him he smelled wonderful too, even though Ithought Mark smelled better! Then our 'gentlemen' held the rear doorsopen for the two of us girls to get in.When. I wanted to run the other way, my stomach turning even more than it had been a minute ago. How could my brother and sister be making out with one another? They had to be drunk and not realize what they were doing, that was the only reasonable explanation for what I was watching this very moment. I leaned in against the wall, holding my head out just enough to see what was happening but hopefully not enough for them to see me should either one of them turn their heads. Ryan pressed his lips. Her big blue eyes were glowing up at him from her lovely flushed face, and her baby-soft lips were moistly parted, showing her white teeth. Until only recently, Matt hadn't fully realized what a cute little kid she was.Excited by the sight of his naked little sister, Matt was fucking harder and deeper into her lurching cunt. He could hear her sweet pussy juices squishing around his plunging prick as it slithered in and out of her squeezing cunt."Oh, Matt," she whimpered, grinding her pussy slit.